#durow
Chameleon eyebrows
Eat my heart out
Chain link membranes
Focus hard
Hear my hands
Dial my burdens
Entropy and terror
Alone never
Focus hard
Soon it's forever
Let me heal
I've got plenty of dying to do later
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC
i see textures
landscapes
moving fluid
organic
alive
the sound isn't a song
it's a piece of art
colors and hues
bouncy
meshy gradience
the sound isn't an album
it's a collection of circumferences
there is no math being done
those who calculate the soul are musicians
i don't calculate
it's just there
the sound isn't a note
it's discovery
~,x'~
i hope someday i can show you what i see
i gotta say
it's a beautiful day here
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
people **** here
I mean they really tear each other apart
and if I’m being honest
I just don’t care
like obviously I’m missing something
it seems like everybody’s doing it
but I could never get into it
I just don’t care
I guess I didn’t always feel this way
even a year ago I was sympathetic
I thought it was a necessary thing
sad but needed
yeah that’s some ********
people **** here because they like it
they like to tear each other apart
and I think they know they’re wrong
they just don’t care
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
can you see the noise
feel the landscape beneath you
smell the chlorine in the dissonance
taste the blood in the harmony
hear the silence
swirl
cool and dark
pink and gold and brown
fluid solids
nostalgia for the future
i bleed rhythm
i sweat melody
i spit form
i cry syllables
i ***** soul
i see the helix
feel the landscape pressing my temple
smell the swing in the waterfall
taste the salt of despair
hear the art under the dirt
muffled
but kicking
i'm trying to tell you that i don't just hear it
i am it
liv dessi liv
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 2:40 PM UTC
my sadness is a burden until his isn't an option
the only time you're nice to me is when he's mean to you
you only call me best friend when he doesn't call you
you call me crazy
well I'm the one who's still with you so
maybe you're right
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
there's a decency to ignorance- but it does tend to overstay it's welcome
when eating less and weighing more- consider cutting out carbs and toxic masculinity
they say love and war are opposing acts- however forgiveness is granted to those unable to distinguish the difference
hating things is not a personality trait- but it is a pretty cool pasttime
the problem with ignorance is not that you don't know things- it's that you don't know that you don't know things
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
She wears a push-up bra and I do push-ups but we both **** at economics so it doesn't really matter
We've made-up so many times my phone auto-corrects 'I love you' to 'I'm sorry'
The problem isn't your hypocrisy, the problem is your conclusions
You call me names but I don't call you at all so who's winning
I'm sorry
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 7:44 PM UTC
so what it's cliche
so what I've said it billions of times
I love you
and it's like a realization for me every time I see your eyes
so what it's cliche
I mean it
I love you
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 9:55 AM UTC
These words written in ink and fear
These words meant to tear, build, break, kiss
These words that embrace or give hate in misuse
Or even create portals you can climb through
||
So climb through this portal and live in these words
Thrive in these lyrics and feast in this verse
For the real world's too harsh and these words can be walls
A portal
A home
A poem
A song
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 9:50 AM UTC
They asked me if I wanted power
They asked me if I wanted money
They asked me if I could be happy
But I couldn't unless you still loved me
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
the waves of words so silent wash over us again
there is no boat to ride these phrases over to the end
but should you need to breathe this love's a vest that you can wear
and we can both stay on the crest to feel the ocean air
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:22 PM UTC
Money for you||power for me
All of these objects that we didn't need
All of these people we weren't meant to lead
All of this greed||All of this greed
Money for me||power for you
I bought the land and the man on it too
I bought the sand and the sky and the moon
Oh what a view||oh what a view
Money for me||power for me
I took your power to build my regime
I took the people and built a machine
Lo what a scene||lo what a scene
Money for me||power for you
And I flew to space and I sailed on the blue
And love I did lose||and love I did lose
So this money I hold til I'm sent to my tomb
$ 4 U||POWR 4 ME
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
I need more reason
I need more rhyme
I need more trophies to validate time
I need more money
I need more school
I need more people to tell me what's cool
I need more power
I need more laws
I need more effect to satisfy cause
So apparently:
I need more love
I need more vision
For the Peaks I needed and the reasons I didn't
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
Tomorrow's nonexistent
Yesterday can't be redone
So I live each and every second
Knowing only death's to come
I could rewrite holy scripture
I could bring words from your lungs
But the only thing for certain
Is that death is sure to come
We can take control of others
We can forgive mistakes done
But if we don't forgive ourselves
We experience more death than one
So risks I will partake in
Because time can not stay young
There is no death for me
Because into life I run
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
Upon a snowy peak, in eastern Russia, sits Dmitri with his table of God,
Graying hairs and skylines, ink is splatter on the paper that Dmitri organized,
Only he can see the way it fits together,
like a puzzle like the coordinates of a map like the legend,
this god, this is God he sings inside his lonely office
this God,
this is Gods table,
Upon a snowy peak in eastern Russia sits a man predicting God and where he is,
Lucid dreams of heaven, only one correction made when he awakened from his sleep,
Only he can see the way it fits together,
like a puzzle like the coordinates of a map like the legend,
this god, this is God he screams inside his lonely coffin
this God,
this is Gods table,
Upon a snowy peak, in eastern Russia, sits Dmitri with his table of God
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
How free are you?
You wake up every day at a predetermined time that cooperates with your early morning schedule.
You hurry up and eat and get ready to make it to school.
When you get to school you have X minutes to be ready for class.
You run to a class you don't like but apparently need to make it there on time.
You sit for X amount of time in a classroom participating in activities and lectures you couldn't care less about.
Then, once the bell dismisses you, you run to another class, hoping to make it on time to the exact same situation you just faced.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
When the final bell lets you leave, you run to sports or speech practice or something you do to pad your resume, and work hard at a frivolous activity for X hours.
Once the practice is over, you run to your house to do the X hours of homework you have to do for those same classes that you spent X hours suffering through earlier that day.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
You work on a project and hurry to turn it in before an arbitrary deadline.
You finally turn it all in or get it done, and go off to do the nightly routine.
And as you lay your head down to your pillow, you set your alarm to that same time as every other night, like winding the clock backwards 24 hours to repeat what you just did once again.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
How much time was your time. When did you make your own choices?
I ask again:
How free are you?
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
I ask you,
Who’s gonna be a prophet when we bought them all out?
God I saw your prophet at that festival
I think they bought him up a house on the Western Coast
Who Want It
I see men speaking of love and they’re speaking of god
But when those profits are to low they’re on that radio dial
Who Want It
You Get It
There’s static in their melodies, some are moving backwards,
You ain’t making breakups songs? You ain’t moving to Calabasas
What you thought you were making change?
Music about the money in the long run never pays
Who’s gonna be the ‘man’ when the money runs out,
Who’s gonna be a prophet when we bought them all out,
You’re gonna buy those Jordans with that Nike swoosh?
I may never be a prophet but at least I ain’t you
Who Want It
I ask you,
Who’s gonna be a prophet man we bought them all out
We Want It
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
“When will I see you” she breathed,
after a day and one more
“But what of the plans we promised to” she whispered
can a promise not wait a day and one more
“Do you wish I stay idle while you move on shifting plans, for I cannot spend life counting and recounting sands” she questioned
sure I will be of plans in a day and one more
“How do I know, how can you be sure” she sang
because a promise is a promise even after a day and one more
“Then I will wait ‘til you’re back and your ship hits the shore” she cried
I will be home after a day and one more
The woman stayed still for a day and one more,
but the man who took her heart, never took to that shore.
And when hard years later all men returned from the war,
She still sang that song
“I will love you a day and forevermore”
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
Ama the monster, an insidious creature of torture and despair,
sings in her lair of misdirection and good intentions.
And one day Ama wakes up to find herself carrying a child, a ****** mother is she.
Ama gives birth to Suzy, and lets the newborn walk the Earth.
Suzy, let rest upon your lap
the mourner’s fatigue, for whilst it brings but pain upon his shoulders to bear,
to your grasp beholds only a wholly indifference.
And Suzy Suzy, when you see the man walk weak,
offer your services for only a final home does he seek.
I sit, the car radio playing a tune of static,
Suzy my old friend on my passenger side, humming along.
Soon I begin to argue with Suzy, of love and life and where I went wrong.
As we drive I know not where we go, but only that we must make it there.
Suzy told me I’d hate it when we make it there.
I hope to prove Suzy wrong.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC